y'all know walé?

he's a fly MC from tha DMV (D.C., Murrland, 'ginia to those who don't know) who's blowin up somethin' serious, especially after the recent deal he signed with mark ronson - which explains why la lohan was all up on him at a party mark hosted for him at area in l.a. with her girlfriend sam.ro' on the 1s and 2s.  here's a great remix he did of justice's "d.a.n.c.e." and a version of his banger "nike boots" featuring the one and only..  it's fire - enjoy! 

trying to build a balance

I feel like maybe the balance has been thrown out of whack. It’s just hard to blog about a transitional period. Especially while still in one. Moments alternate between those of extreme motivation, and those of profound laziness. Rent a few movies, read a few books. Work a few hours at that part-time job so you can keep renting at Blockbuster, buying the books. And then you pay for gas.
(And it’s not just that it’s expensive friends. They are watering the shit down too.)

You’ve kindof run out of things to do on the internet: nothing you want to buy, don’t give a shit about Facebook ever since your little little cousins are on it. Resolved that the world has officially gone mad – can’t be surprised or impressed anymore by anything. R. Kelly’s mole? Not R. Kelly’s mole? Don’t really give a fuck. Ray-J’s ‘boat’? Not Ray-J’s ‘boat’? Couldn’t really care less. Got the occasional urge to call a bitch out. But I don’t ever beef over the internet. Ever. So I mean … here we are. Died laughing at Ask Weezy though. Not going to lie. Not Ever. But you know what? Sometimes the empty spaces are nice. The times that you don’t realize anything is happening are the times you will look back at and say, ‘that was nice.’ And it was. It really was.

are you staying righteous?

... i'm happy too

i guess there was no more denying it after this: Lindsay Lohan having sexy time with gf Samantha Ronson in Cannes last week.

Dina Lohan yesterday told OK! Magazine, "If she's happy, I'm happy. That's all I'll say. Samantha's great. I've known her and her family for ten years."

i always like a happy couple - (and am relieved i don't have to OD over that Joel Madden photo foolishness)

out yesterday in NYC

'sounds like another co-defendant to me ... '

we reported a few months ago on an ongoing dispute between 50 cent and his son's mother Shaniqua Tompkins over a home that 50 purchased, in which she currently lives. 50 / Shaniqua's 2.4 million dollar home in New York began burning in the early hours this morning. The fire was reported at 5:00 am. This has occured only days after a heated confrontation inside Tompkins' attorney's office over the home. The attorney, Paul Catsandonis, said there was an "extremely dangerous incident" on Monday at his Manhattan office while taking a deposition for the lawsuit involving the parties in question. Six people inside the Dix Hills home were taken to the hospital for smoke inhilation including Tompkins and their son. Authorities are (obviously) investigating "suspicious" circumstances.
you would have to provide me with some hard evidence. and i mean concrete HARD. Remy hard. harder than Remy hard, because her shit's just stupid hard. so i mean Shook Ones hard. Huey hard. in the mean time, as far as i'm concerned, Shaniqua can kick. rocks .... HARD.

wanna catch you a babygirl?

then wear this:

you ain't got shit in your purse, pt. II

only MK&A could throw down with this purse tho.

your daily lohan

my favorite new jetset couple, lohantha ronson.

come thru like the olympic torch

look how excited these precious little chinese babygirls are for the olympics!

they LOOOOVE china! don't we all?

is it romantic to freestyle rap during intercourse?

...with a bitch who told me she has herpes!?

video.vh1.com

weezy, i love you again.

"please don't blog about me, damn."

ummmmm.... well. insert basketball. take out money. put food or something. yea that'll do it.


Sincerely,
down4weezysincehotboys

in case you were wondering...

nike boots

just last week, i met this bk bred gentleman who shared a compelling tale about his trip to seattle to cop these phat things.i iphoned his feet and then did my highsnobiety research only to learn they are the work of footwear design legend, Eric Avar (man behind the huaraches) and pro-skater, Paul Rodriguez. i passed these along to some dc folks, actually, just one dude who raves about these things that litter the streets of his hometown and am guessing they work right into his steez. i see these on him.

does the chinatown bus hit seattle?

i'm only 19 but my mind is older

when bleezy got in my passenger seat the other night on our way to the club, i immediately handed her my iPod. i don't know why i was expecting her to play show tunes like "please dont stop the music," "i like the way she do it," "addiction," "a milli." the following was this woman's glorious first choice. it got me over the bklyn bridge and i just love her for it.



why they still alive? i don't know, go figure.

Clay Aiken reportedly to become a father.

of what???

i have a ting for da kids.

whoever knows me knows i have 2 baby nieces plus a slew of children that visit my house regularly, and now that i'm a permanent resident of 3647 corlear ave i have a busload of crying. screaming. diaper changing. burping. and feeding to handle - often on my own. in any case, i have developed a newfound appreciation for the craziness that has taken over my once quaint home in the bronx.

and with that said, here's a treat from a tiny toddler who's just 2cute2b4got10:

o and rip, 2pac.

i had to.

i heard this joint blaring out my speakers when i visited myspace for the first time in eons and hit my boy tommy's page. i wanted to recreate the same experience for you on rbgs but alas, you'll just have to push play.

summer vacay

featured in this month's vogue is a breathtaking photo shoot of the oh-so-righteous liya kebede in the malian city of timbuktu, floating around in designer interpretations of fabulous regional fashions. i'm taking boogie there for our annual 3-week summer holiday.

enjoy!

get it, girrrrllll

i miiiight not put tyra in such esteemed company, but i can't knock the hustle. go 'head, tyra.

and just LOOK at those gorgeous hips!

(perez told me first!)

kill yourselves, ladies...

flav is off the market:

god bless little karma for

1. emerging adorable despite mountainous odds
2. protesting that michael jackson/lisa presley-esque kiss

i am fresh and alive

You love wearing women’s clothes, but you don’t consider yourself a cross-dresser. Huh?

I am an individual. I am someone who is extremely fashion-forward. I am someone who has X and Y chromosomes, and I utilize them both. I am genderless. I am love, baby. Love, love, love, love, love. Love of living!

What are you wearing right now?
I’m wearing a beautiful, clean, snakeskin-print caftan. I’m barefoot and in touch with the earth. I am fresh and alive.

You’re famous for your beard. How much do you think Tom Cruise is paying Katie Holmes to be his?
No. I don’t have any response to that. You are bad. [Laughs]

Think how Andre J. thinks: “When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I say is ‘Thank you for waking me up this morning.’ Then I look in the mirror and say, ‘You are beautiful!’ The third thing I say is, ‘I am going to have a fantastic day!’ ”

-from timeoutnewyork

VINTAGE

this babygirl IS me:

excuse me as i kiss the sky

and shoot a biddie with my heel.

you have a 50/50 chance of staying awake.

Four of us went to see this. Two of us kept our eyes open. (not I).
it's not really a matter of your $8.50 - a MUCH worse waste of your time.

and it starts...

...welcome to our lives.

back at it... (why wouldn't she be?)

the linds i love is back on the VIParty scene, looking glamorous and delightfully drunk while frolicking in cannes with her bff(/lover?) samantha ronson.

it makes sense

good god y'all.

never. ever go to continental again. ever.

word up

stefluva:
10:48
u know what i hate
female versions of songs

lboogie:
10:48
and male ones

stefluva:
10:48
like 21 answers

lboogie:
10:48
except no pigeons
which was better than scrubs

stefluva:
10:49
a classic

"brothers never make it outta situations like this. not ever!"

--ll cool j's famous words in deep blue sea as his white counterparts were dropping like flies and he was sure his black ass was next.

but behold! wikipedia.com

now anyone who's seen this movie might recall a certain shrill throughout the movie crowds as ladies love emerged, while african-american, in one piece.

little did y'all know, however, cool j's fate was not always sealed as such. reads wiki:

"Note: In the film's original cut, McAlester lived, but test audiences made it clear how much they disliked the character (going so far as to shout "Die bitch!" at the screen) as her actions had caused all that had gone wrong. Thus, the decision was made to re-shoot the ending so that her character died. Conversely, Sherman 'Preacher' Dudley, played by LL Cool J, was to die but test audiences loved the character so much that filmmakers re-shot the ending and had him live."

the day i'm invited to be a test audience member--i surely got some shit to say. i'll take "die, bitch!" to bill bellamy in love jones for 500, please.

kima! keisha! pam!

one of the joys of sitting my alumna ass on the couch all day 'til i start work is vh1 soul.

"til the end" blares in the background

"niggas hated on us 'fore the game took us inside
then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin' and cried"
-bleezy via lloyd banks

i said it once and i'll say it again--i love you, babygirls. thanks for being there.

rev run knows he's dead ass wrong

if a certain blogger/poseur/rbg stan that vincenza and i love to hate made a music video, this is what it would look like. behold, team blackout, ie rev run's gimpy ass son, jo jo, and his loser friends' debut. i have no energy for this:

just for fun...

and to round out Weezy Week ...

More Summer Reading

Two decades after publication of Paulo Coelho's best-selling novel, The Alchemist is finally headed for the big screen.

Confirmed by Harvey Weinstein while making his Cannes Film Festival rounds, the Weinstein Co. will produce the adaptation, to star and be directed by Laurence Fishburn.

The book, released in 1988, sold 30 million copies and became a best-seller in 18 countries. It chronicles the journey of Santiago, a Spanish shepherd boy who heads off to Africa in search of treasure only to have his purpose altered after meeting an alchemist (Fishburne) along the way.

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The magic of the book is its slow pace and deliberate serenity. On the big screen, though, this may simply translate into “boring.” Before it is adapted (ruined) enjoy the read this summer. Especially all recent graduates / those in transitional periods – It will calm any anxiety and reassure you that exactly where you're meant to be is always exactly where you are.

in case you think your eyes are failing you -

this is, in fact, Lindsay Lohan - sitting waay too close for comfort to Joel Madden.
Post-baby Joel.
My girlfriend Nicole's Joel.

(see tags for all further commentary)

We Don't Believe You.

"The world is about to end in 2012… ’cause the Mayans made calendars, and they stop at 2012. I got encyclopedias on the bus. The world is about to end as we know it. You can see it already. A planet doesn't exist - there's no more Pluto. Planes are flying into buildings - and not just the Twin Towers. Mosquitos bite you and you die. And a black man and a woman are running for president."

- Babygirl Wayne to Blender Magazine

( Is he sure he's not still on that shit? ) YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE.

Joshua Packwood knows what it's like to be a minority.

ummm.... well... I had to just copy paste the highlights....
1. see title of post

2. This weekend he'll be the first white valedictorian to graduate from the historically black, all male Morehouse College in the school's 141-year history.

3. For those who don't know him, what is surprising is that a Rhodes Scholar finalist turned down a full scholarship to Columbia University to attend the all-black men's university.

4. This came naturally to Packwood, who attended a predominantly black high school.

5. "A large majority of my friends, like all my girlfriends have been minorities," says Packwood. "So it was very, it was kind of strange that I always kind of gravitated to the black community."

6. "I gained this interest in African-American studies and I thought that Morehouse would probably be the best experience," says Packwood. "I think of it in terms of 'study abroad.' If I really want to learn it, if I really want to understand it - maybe it's best if I immerse myself in the culture."

7. His experience was so positive that Packwood's younger brother, John, will follow in his footsteps when he enrolls as a freshman at the college next year.

8. During his teens, Packwood says he got into his share of fights and even landed in jail a few times. Still, his grades were good and eventually earned him a full scholarships to Morehouse College and Columbia University. (oh yea? with arrests and all?)

9. His last name is Packwood.

10. These quotes are from a CNN article.

Good night.

the 12 year old black girl in me...

...can't help but LOVE this joint!

bigotry

oh sure, blame the obese.

to all the girls standin in the line for the bathroom...

"I don't do too many [drugs]. I just smoke weed and drink. But I'll never fuck with no more coke. It's not about the bad high; it's just about the acne: Cocaine makes your face break out. I'm a pretty boy."

- Lil' Wayne, to Blender magazine

babygirls love a designer bargain

once every few months, the usually boring gap gives itself new life with things like (product)red and its now annual collaboration with vogue and the council of fashion designers of america (CFDA) that features haute twists on gap classics by the CFDA's brightest new stars like phillip lim and michael bastian. these limited editions usually sell out pretty quick, but lucky for you babygirls, i've found some delightful leftovers - on sale at that! - both for ladies and gentlemen.

which brings me to the real point of this post: the latest "design editions" project from gap. gap's new "artist edition" t-shirts, just released today on gap.com and at select stores throughout the u.s. (including gtown, babygirls!), is a collaboration with the whitney museum of american art in honor of the whitney biennial. gap's design team handed over the reins to 13 recent biennial-featured contemporary artists, and the results are quite fun. i'll be copping this one in mere hours:

Gunpowder blast designed by Cai Guo Qiang, whose use of gunpowder was meant to challenge the social climate of China.

and they're only $28, a downright STEAL considering what contemporary art is going for these days.

i aspire

this ho just turned the lights out on my ass.

no ma'am

she slays me with the tights! and the boob-tucked skirt. i can't:

and ashanti, kill yourself:

this is just plain ignorant

i literally HOLLERED. i know y'all remember this mental health patient from last week. someone decided to put her shambles over a techno beat and it has me in stitches.



you thought i couldn't freestyle on yoooou, boo?

this post may or may not be gratuitous and wholeheartedly for vincenza.

oh yeh, kanye?

i just watched the first wives club AND waiting to exhale. kim, alexis--y'all know what i'm thinking.

furthermore, "can i get a blog entry about the story behind these pictures, mr. west?" -C&D

AMARIS!

remember when pharrell asked you if you "had any black in you?" well--there are no black girls in this video. and i'm actually really happy abt that.

who cld say no to you?

never the pussy monster

actually, always the pussy monster.

thanks, steve!

I can go for 8 weeks...

ain't nothin to me.

take an ear to this goodie i brought you fresh from a shopping cart in front of Carol Mart.

the plus side of plus-size

this big, beautiful babygirl - lucian freud's benefits supervisor sleeping - just sold for a record-breaking $33.6 millio' at a christie's auction in nyc. it is the highest price ever paid for a piece of art by a living artist. the previous record was held by jeff koonz's sculpture hanging heart.

lucian freud is the grandson of sigmund freud and is considered britain's greatest realist painter.

the subject of the painting, sue tilley - or "big sue" as freud calls her - is a british government employee, and became so comfortable posing nude for the artist that she did, indeed, fall asleep.

of his work, freud has said, "i paint people not because of what they are like, not exactly in spite of what they are like, but how they happen to be."

food for thought, i suppose. or maybe i'm just hungry now.

looks abt right

this has koumiko written all over it. i can just see her forcing her man to be a slave. and him loving it. god bless 'em:
what abt a museum 'kinha?!
i don't appreciate big's feet perched up on the couch ledge like this:
i'm all abt backs nowadays:
actually, this is just what i need:

spotted at lateboots via vogue.

fair warning

so im lying here in my bed sulking at the fact that i'm missing the president's picnic. i did it way big last night and am hungover like no other. just when i was abt to jump off a ledge, some babygirl's mother walks past my window and goes:

"i found that vibrator in her side drawer"

this shit is the epitome of "gotcha bitch." don't let this be you, babygirls. PACK THEM AWAY NOW.

UPDATE: 4:20 p.m. and another mom walks by--actually it might be the same one taunting me. on the phone with an "is she NAKED?!" in her best concerned white woman voice. i just can't.

got some small ass titt-ays?

not a problem. A new procedure called Macrolane uses a very simple injection to enlarge them a cup size or two. It costs $3,000 per breast ($6,000 total for those that enjoy the symmetrical look). The downside (aside from the price) is that the procedure is temporary - only guaranteed to last a year.

Hit up google for further info. Though not worth the price tag, it's always good to stay up on what's new.

And now, for our male readers, what's the mention of tittys without a good ol tit shot?

poppin' off

(click on this bitch for a bigger, more beautiful shot)

"But while scenes of molten lava are relatively commonplace, this otherworldly picture of Chaiten Volcano in southern Chile shows a truly spectacular, and devastating, volcanic phenomenon.

This astonishing picture shows the Chaiten volcano erupting during storms in the middle of the night

As clouds of toxic ash and dust tower into the sky, they ionise the air, generating an explosive electrical storm. Colossal forks of lightning spark around the noxious plume as it spews from the volcano's crater, creating an image of raw, terrifying energy - as if the air itself were ablaze."

i didn't believe it

i couldn't help but shriek "KIM!!!" when i logged on to bossip and found these joints.

i guess diddy and cassie thought they cld just kick it in central park without somebody stalkin' their asses down. kim porter has STOCK in the paparazzi.

vincenza--how does this make you FEEL!?

do i need these?

chucks by john varvatos

on sale for $79.99 on urbn.com

thoughts?

put on notice: lo bosworth

what happened, lo?

we used to love you. you used to be the fun, seemingly unscripted one who'd pop in every few eps for a special night at les deux or a bbq at brody's or a sarcasm-laden shopping trip. it was just enough to be fun-famous, and you were real.

now it seems you've gotten greedy. too much air time for audrina's prolonged awkward silences? tired of even whitney getting facetime in the credits and the promo pics? shit, you even missed rolling stone.

so now you're making moves. rolling your eyes at everything sweet 'drina says and constantly referencing your "lifelong" bff-ship with LC in her presence. it's clear you want 'drina out of the house and your own 4 seconds of care-free fun in the opening credits. you want to feel the rain on your skin.

it's understandable, of course. audrina's almost too perfect, and you want in on the cash cow before it's too late. but there's room enough for everyone - plenty of paparazzi on robertson and always an extra seat at frankie's table. that's why you're being PUT ON NOTICE. i'm not completely over you - i loved how the return of coletti "melt[ed] your little black heart" - but i'm close.

just put down the haterade and pick up the iced blended.

bitchy makes you look fat, anyway.

(watch lo do her best to tear LC and 'drina apart tonight on the hills finale - 10pm on mtv)

toe to toe

i feel like only vincenza could go inch for inch with jess on these monsters...

that platform is no game.

So close...

I can taste the sugar water, and mayonnaise sandwiches.

SECURITY!

Fiddy is not welcome in Zamunda!

i'm really struggling here

bossip recently asked RBGs which one we would hit:

it's like choosing between the godliest of Zamundan gods. i don't even know what to do with myself.

straight godly

gwyn, not so much,
her apple's daddy, very much so.

or perhaps perez said it best: "Gwyneth Paltrow may be an insufferable douche, but her husband is a genius."

just when you thought they couldn't get any worse.

O Eva. Is this sexy in Italy? Maybe if someone else was sucking her toes ... ?

(Thnx for the pic Perez)

YES babygirl YES

hello there, stacy epps. she calls herself japanubia. i'm wit' it. this song is surely on the soundtrack of my life. right after "going on." this summer smells just delicious.

this is how it feels when you do it like me

now we gon' do this thing a little different tonight. you gon' come over and pick me up in your ride. you gon' knock. and you gon' wait. ooh, you gon' take me on a date. you gonna open my door. and i'ma reach over and open yours. gon' pay for dinner. take me to see a movie. and whisper in my ear how bad you really wanna do me. now take me home. and get up in my pants. pour me up a shot. and force me to the bed. i'm always on the top. tonight i'm on the bottom.

'cause we tradin' places.

(on another note, sounds like tameka be doin' a whole lotta nothing.)

they been Wesley Snipes'n niggas for years!

my moms threw a paper in my lap tonight from May 12, 1973.
Page 1 -
"Los Angeles - The Tax Court of the United States has decided in favor of the late Nat King Cole and his widow, Maria, in a case involving almost $2 million dollars in Internal Revenue Service claims.

The case began shortly after the February, 1965 death of Cole from lung cancer, when IRS audited the entertainer's tax returns for the years 1960 through 1964. IRS then made claims of additional taxes against the Coles totaling $1,855,501 for the years in question.

... IRS had claimed that the corporations were simply devices used by Cole for tax avoidance, serving no other purpose. The decision of the Tax Court, however, revealed that the corporations were not only legitimate but also uncontrolled by Cole.

Thus, the court ruled that the government was in error..."

How you gonna go after a dead guy and his widow.
Shit, at least these days they get you while you're still alive..........

who the fuck are these hip ass blk ppl?!

i had to settle for staring at the album cover as this song played a couple of days ago. then they come out with this:



and i think it's safe to say that this shit was filmed on the streets of zamunda and i'm mad i wasn't there. actually, that's me at 1:20--this video is perfection.

you heard it here first. but thanks, eflat.

Oh to be in love...

Small dick? CHECK

No money? CHECK

Morning breath in the afternoon? CHECK

Head game whack? CHECK CHECK CHECK

adding another cement brick to an already sinking relationship, thus killing it dead? BEST CHECK OF THEM ALL.

prenup or not

babygirl looks happy.

and that makes me happy.

more genius than pathetic

"it's genius and pathetic." -perez

fresh outta rehab...

and straight offa redtube:

eva mendes in the new italian vogue. yeh, she did that.

why new yorkers ignore celebrities on the street

de gawker.

Joan of The New Yorker has it down pat:

"Another curious form of cooperation one sees in New York is the unspoken ban on staring at celebrities. When you get into an elevator in an office building and find that you are riding with Paul McCartney—this happened to me—you are not supposed to look at him. You can peek for a second, but then you must avert your eyes.

The idea is that Paul McCartney has to be given his space like anyone else. A limousine can bring him to the building he wants to go to, but it can't take him to the 12th floor. To get there, he has to ride in an elevator with the rest of us, and we shouldn't take advantage of that. This logic is self-flattering. It's nice to think that Paul McCartney needs us to do him a favor..."

yes! that's exactly it.

this would explain franci's "i mean, they don't look that bad" in response to alicia keys' "does this dress make my calves look huge?" in the dressing room at our fave boutique.

or my "hey, girl" in passing to lucy liu on bleecker st.

or stef luva's "he's cute, but this crab dip is better" to spotting common's head dangling out of his parked SUV in front of our window seats at UNO's.

...i can't be held accountable for steph b's "TYSON!! tyson beckford that YOU boo?!" on west bdway, tho. don't really know what happened there.

i knew you loved white women

just as i was starting to fall in love while i was stalking your myspace that one june day, i thought to myself, somethin' in the milk ain't clean.

at least she cute, tho.

window wide open

out of the four years that i've been at georgetown, it has only rained like this 3 times. the kind of rain that has girls yelping, running in vain for cover. i'd rather go outside, sit on my steps, and drown in it. (but i got a perm and graduation is in a week, so...)

but if i were to go outside, with my ipod speakers--radio raheim style, i'd be blasting this:



with not a lick of remorse.

where do I begin.

i was in Borders yesterday looking to pick up a book my dear friend Lena recommended. After i picked up everything i needed, I ventured towards the music section. I passed a shelf, on top of which was a book with this fancy black woman on the cover. She caught my attention because her appearance was soo overdone. Way too much makeup, way too much weave, too much jewelry. It's title was "It's No Secret." whatever the secret wasn't, i wanted to know.

I had been hearing about "Superhead" books for a few years now, and thought that I had stumbled upon one. And I mean, this woman really looked like "Superhead." Only thing was, I couldn't remember Superhead's real name, and this book was writted by a woman named Carmen Bryan. I looked at the back, mentions of "A Hip Hop Helen of Troy" confirmed that this was she. (It was not, in fact, she. Superhead is Karinne Stefans. This Carmen Bryan - is Nas' Baby Momma.)

so yesterday I started to read. I did not put the book back down. Hands down the best $14 have ever spent in my life.

Here: I desire to reprint the autobiography in its entirety. For numerous reasons, I will share a few choice selections. Needless to say this is mandatory summer reading for all Righteous Babygirls.

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I called Sean early that morning from Risa's house. After we settled we toasted to the new year and sat on the couch and talked a bit. The mood was very relaxed, no hype, very simple and intimate. We started kissing and it was rather intense. Somehow we ended up in his bedroom. He started to undress me and this time I didn't resist. My clothes were off in a flash and so were his. ... He was huge. Initially, I didn't have any expectations because the first sexual encounter is always awkward for both parties. So I wasn't shocked by his physical performance. It was quick, but I was satisfied.

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"Luckily Paulie knew of a part-time position available at a place called Rush Management.
"Where?" I had never heard of the company.
I had no idea what it would be like to work in the entertainment industry.
No matter how hard I worked to keep up with the calls, Lyor's office was jamming up the lines good. Lots of bounced-back callers got angry, but one guy became absolutely irate. "Why the fuck can't I get through to this office!" he raged. He sounded like a self-important artist who thought he could flex on the new receptionist.
"Join the crowd!" I blasted back. "You think you're the only one trying to get through? You can either tell me who it is you want to speak to or come up here and help us answer these damn phones."
"This is Russell, Russell Simmons, the owner of those damn phones. Just put me through to Lyor."
I put him through. As usual, the call came back.
"What the hell is going on there?" Russell asked.
"Russell, Lyor's office isn't picking up calls," I confessed.
Russell arrived ten minutes later. I don't know what he said, but Lyor's office was much more responsive after that day.
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"Carm, is he talking about you?"
Nas's insistent voice penetrated the fog in my head. I must have picked up the ringing telephone in my sleep. Had it awakened our daughter Destiny, too?
"What?" My bedside clock read midnight. It was 3 am for Nas in New York.
"I keep hearing about this Memphis Bleek song with Jay-Z. It's supposed to be about you.
The song was news to me, but at the mention of Shawn's name my heart sank down to my stomach, which tightened into knots...
Nas and I were finally getting married. This was no time to panic.
"What song?" I asked, as neutrally as possible.
"Is that your Chick", Carm. It's getting harder and harder for me to ignore the rumors about you and this dude - "
"They are just rumors, Nas." I put on what I hoped was a persuasively reasonable tone. "People talk. I put up with rumors about who you're supposed to be with all the time. Foxy, Beyonce... You're just going to have to charge it to the game like I do." We hung up and I lunged for the bathroom, where I was sick.

Shawn's disparaging lyrics gave no indication of the solid friendship we'd shared over the years. Not to mention the fact that it took a good year before we even became lovers or that I had recently been pregnant by him - 'cause he didn't wear a condom at all, let alone tight enough.
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"Nas, it's true." My words tumbled out. "The rumors are true. I have been seeing Jay-Z."
"Carm, how could you?" Nas asked in disbelief. Why that nigga? I can't believe what you're telling me right now."
"Nas, I'm sorry." I choked on my apology as I started to cry.
"How long have you been fucking with this dude?"
"It's been a minute," I answered ...
"How long is a minute, Carm?"
"Like five years."
"Five years! Five years, Carm? What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you thinking?"
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One Sunday after visiting with her dad, Destiny went on and on about what a great time she had over the weekend. In the midst of our conversation she mentioned her dad's new friend. "Mommy, I met Daddy's new friend, she's cool. I like her. I forgot her name, but she has a really curly, like afro style hairstyle and she had gold teeth."
"What's her name?"
"I think her name is Kerri, I don't remember."
Nas had never mentioned Kerri, whose name actually turned out to be Kelis.
When I asked him about it, his response was, "That's not my girl, so why mention her?"
"Nas, obviously you like this girl if you introduced her to our daughter. What's the problem, why can't you just keep it real?"
"Naw, she mess with Puff too, I ain't wif-n her. I told you she aint my girl."

------

... He attempted to introduce us, but by that time Kelis and I had already greeted each other with a hug and a smile. I immediately was thrown off by an unpleasant smell. Wow, I thought, somebody forgot to put on deodorant."

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did I mention she was seeing Allen Iverson on and off too?
READ THE BOOK.
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take that, stef, lboogs, fat and bunny.

"Everybody feels lucky for having you as a friend."

- my chinese dinner fortune.

i have no service, bgs.

blame cingular.

and this hell hole

i mean, scary basement
in bw time...would u hit it if my hair had this shape?

i'm thinking to make the move this wknd. thoughts?

GLAMsoul has arrived.

waiiiit.... whaaaatt?? yea i said it. GLAMsoul. while stalking my dear algebra... i happened upon a babygirl out of atlanta named RAHBI.

he is the prince of GLAMsoul. i would describe it but, i'd much rather you experience it yourself.

GLAMsoul speaks no evil:
GLAMsoul hears no evil:

Take U 2 a Dream

GLAMsoul sees no evil:


see more...

I LOVE BUMPER STICKERS!

in my school library's basement
with the microfilm. 2 papers to write.
DEATH.

some faves...

my story.

wish granted.

ditto.

rofl.

did i mention the microfilm section of the library has a cubicle dubbed procrastination station?
no? cause i'm definitely sitting in it. till the next lifetime.

black and white

misshapes' leigh lazark, genevieve jones, and

julia restoin-roitfield (daughter of this bg)

love 'vieve's look.

politics as usual

we do what we do and we do what we live
i love this way 'cause i got it as a kid
with so much to give, from it--i never hid
the love that i wrote on the mirror, it got smeared
my friends say it was a change for the better
but i say, boy, you changed my forever
relationships they can be as strange as the weather
rain or sun, we ca' sang this together

i love amyrexia too tho too

"well just remember that he is a homosexual forced to sleep every night with a woman. terrible existence. also he is a white man obsessed with the black experience. as a white woman obsessed with black history, i know he must get looks."



this bitch is DRAGGING me thru finals. by the hair.

I made a decision just now

for the next 90 days, I will be living in the 90's. I will only talk to guys who look like this:



Ok that last part was a stretch. but i'm serious about my first point.

My stomach hurts...

Subtotal: 428.99
Shipping: 14.95
Tax: 0.00
Total: 443.94

timestamps don't lie.

6:09:05 AM vinchy: this bitch ain't even got a wiki
6:09:12 AM vinchy: i can't take her seriously
6:09:15 AM boogie: really?
6:09:20 AM vinchy: brandon bowman has a wiki
6:09:20 AM boogie: bowman has a wiki
6:09:21 AM boogie: die
6:09:23 AM boogie: omg
6:09:24 AM boogie: !!!
6:09:25 AM vinchy: hahahahahahaa

LIES!

what are we about???

5:31:27 AM Lboogie: who was that ho that taught typing
5:31:29 AM Lboogie: not melba
5:31:33 AM Lboogie: mavis!
5:31:35 AM Vincenza: mavis
5:31:37 AM Lboogie: mavis beacon
5:31:38 AM Vincenza: beacon!!!!
5:31:42 AM Lboogie: lmao
5:31:49 AM Lboogie: bitch.
5:31:53 AM Vincenza: my mom had me on that shit
5:32:02 AM Vincenza: that ho did not play
5:32:08 AM Lboogie: she was mad condescending
5:32:16 AM Vincenza: qwerty dumb ass!
5:32:21 AM Vincenza: ok mavis
5:33:35 AM Vincenza: she was black
5:33:39 AM Lboogie: yes she was
5:33:51 AM Vincenza: The character of "Mavis Beacon" is not a real person, but rather a fictional character created to bring a personal touch to the tutorial. The original photo of Mavis Beacon was of a bankteller in Sherman Oaks, California, the city in which Software Toolworks, the original publisher, had its offices. Former TV talkshow host Les Crane, who was then a partner in Software Toolworks, invented the name. Her first name was borrowed from one of Crane's favorite singers, Mavis Staples. Her last name represents her role as a light to guide your way
5:34:18 AM Lboogie: her role as a light to guide your way

Give this man a ring!

no your eyes aren't fooling you. there is a human being holding that jersey. it's kevin garnett. he needs a ring. he's more than just eyes and teeth, he's a great ball player who was always stuck on a sorry ass team...

until now. he has the help of:
ray "jesus shuttlesworth" allen
sam "the ugliest man in the nba" cassell
paul "irrelevant in game one" pierce
and james "pull down your socks" posey

i like those odds boo. the only thing you have against you now is that i hate boston. sorry but i can't respect a city that has all good sports teams... they don't know my pain.

my glorious return

I returned to facebook about 48 hours ago. It wasn't as eventful as I had hoped. well, at first.

BGs can really appreciate some sass... and in these photo comments boogie showed me, there was some SASS. An RBG we'll call De'Shawn dropped these gems:

"u betta take this heat as practice b'cuz la bella mafia is about to blow all of us up....u betta get yo safety kits"

"...la negra bonita (whateva yo name is)...your past responses have been WEAK for a few comments now!!!!!!!!!! Unless you take it to the next level, I am positive that I will become bored and unenterained...sorry...instead of talkin noise...la negra fea should do some work...how is la negra fea's notas (spanish for grades)"

"i guess ya'll cute...but the key word is "guess"...and i am the 1st to admit that sometimes a brother be wrong..lol

"and u articulated it correctly....2010 aint never leave their members....whoops u didn't proofread!!!"

"this sounds like somethin from an article in vibe...did u steal this from 50 cent?????"

it's like he's been studying our ways... right down to the mention of fiddy. bg ate them alive.

garnished with crack

so i'm sitting here in the library. with a fully loaded iced coffee. a ruby red grapefruit drank. and some chips ahoy that an obese mexican man keeps shoving in my face. i'm WIRED.

i type to vincenza. i type to my paper. multi-tasking on gmail and microsoft word.

vincenza and i are in a debate. abt something. she doesn't quite follow what i'm saying. i'm over her. and i switch back to my paper.

seconds later, between switching screens, the last sentence in my MS doc reads, "the key elements that make trafficking possible are often overlooked by political figures--diminishing the severity of these crimes against women bitch you get my point."

and for some reason, i just really want to leave it in there.

death is upon us.

mouthpiece for hustlas

connect the cause and effect

one foot in front of the next
this is the start of a journey

and my mind is already gone

and though there're other unknowns

somehow this doesn't concern me
and you can stand right there if you want
but i'm going on
and i'm prepared to go it alone
i'm going on
to a place in the sun that's nice and warm
i'm going on
and i'm sure they'll have a place for you too...

anybody wanna see young jeezy kill george bush?

fat shout to the MARTA.

Happy 21st!

so us. so you. so me. the west coast not only has the best lace front wigs in the country, it also has my #1 boo. RUDE.

it's the most wonderful time of the year...

it's the vogue/costume institute's annual gala at the met, bitchessss - and nothing brings out the celeb fashionistas and fashionista celebs (nor i from my posting hibernation) better- not even fashion week. this year's theme was superheroes, and many guests obliged in colorful and costume-esque creations by some of fashion's funnest protagonists.

below are just a few thousand of my favorites, but peep style.com for the full 162-photo rundown - almost too much fabulosity to handle in one short 3-hour mid-work break.



queen bitch, supreme bitch (in chanel haute couture, supposedly inspired by x-men's storm)


the hosts of the evening: george clooney, julia roberts and giorgio armani

ricci in givenchy - i bought wifey this dress for senior ball

the very righteous jourdan dunn, with designer peter som

joy bryant, gettin all righteously comic book on us in pucci, with her constant companion, designer matthew williamson

kimora lee and djimon

chanel model diane kruger and dawson's own pacey whitter - perhaps the bestlooking couple in the house (sorry, gisele and brady!)

karl

liya kebede, an RBG fave

me and venus

MK&A, both in custom diane von furstenberg, with good friend christian louboutin

zac posen, a personal fave

jessica stam in proenza schouler

michelle trachtenberg, the latest bitch to join the cast of gossip girl (most of whom were in attendance last night), and lookin pretty fly

your brooklyn is ready

i'm sitting in my window, blinds up, window open, with panties and a long-sleeved pink ruffled night shirt.
...it's gonna be that kind of day.

planning out my life with amaris is like the only way i survive. to hear her yays and nays on whether i shld chop my hair, take up yoga, or kill myself instead of writing these next couple of papers just gets me going. i called her 8 times yesterday (that's a real figure), just to hear her calm, clear, and stress-free view on the rest of our lives.

i actually don't feel like finishing this post.

the conk version 2008

this bitch better work. i love everything about her idlewild getup. no wrong can be done.

No Lye

Today me and boogie were talking about becoming tragic mulattoes as I picked through my unpermed "transition" mane. Just when I considered not being the full hundred percent and jumping to fiddy or even twenny fie percent... comes something like this.
That makes me shudder at ever even considering being something other than black.

And then there is shit liiiike the following. Start playing at 1:00. 1 minute. Do not pass go and do not collect 200 dollars. trust me.

went to the Penn Relays last weekend

to watch my little brother run the 4x800. little brother meaning he's like ... 21. but the thing about the Penn Relays is, to get to watch the 4x8, you have to watch about 50 billion other races first. while i do enjoy track (even ran around one once or twice in my day) - by race number 40 billion and ten ... i was ready to do just about anything else. pulled out my camera, eager to zoom in on something - Anything! - to distract and temporarily entertain me.

i was only too excited to find out that the Penn Relays is the capital of distracting and entertaining shit!

Exhibits 1 - z:

under that towel is a boy. wrapped in that napkin is a huge piece of fried chicken.

don't believe me?

yes, they are eating chicken too ... and yes, you saw this right:

i just thought this hat was very cool. for real though:

not writing papers.

i wish blackberry messenger didn't tell you when someone has read your message. shit's caused minimum 6 arguments.

I don't believe in irony ...

but if i did, the below post is simply one example. I was thinking about something just a minute ago in the shower. Had to get out. Amazingly - about how I don't believe in irony. I was told this afternoon that we are all meant to have telepathy. That human beings were designed with a certain kind of knowing, the ability to sense and feel and communicate that which we can not always see. I was thinking about that, about a few people I know, about how I wanted to tell them I was thinking about them. And thank them.

Logged on. To find the below Post. That picture. As I had already written:

J - Thanks for reminding me in the Caf one day that all the DJ's - just. are. not. worth it.
LBoogie - Thanks for coming with me on one very important train ride.
Jess - Thanks for reminding me so many times, over so many years of the most important thing. That everything I need, I already have, and everything I need to realize - I eventually will.

... all of u for so much more. Love you.

we live for times like these

i'll be glad when all i have to worry abt is clothing

vincenza watched all of tony! toni! toné!'s videos on youtube today. all their videos EVER. i'm entitled. it's almost here.

kanye has tourette's syndrome

not only does this babygirl bitch-slap columnists via his blog, but he will also curse your ass out mid-performance if you don't "turn the fucking screens off."



"where are we?"
Zamunda, bitch.

when gary coleman says your sex is wack...

TWO WORDS, BABYGIRL. TWO WORDS.

but back to the twins...

if my future looks anything like this, i'm good. y'all know i love me some twinkies.

The most annoying shit ever

coon: what brings you to DC?
vincenza: i'm in school.
coon: oh, howard?
vincenza: No mothafucka, every black student in DC does not go to Howard.

or even better,

realestateagent: this property is just a block away from howard so you can walk right there
vincenza: you mean the metro?
agent: no, you can walk to the school too!
vincenza: why would i wanna do that?
agent: you don't go to howard?
vincenza: let me out the car.

i reminisce over you

(on our internship in '06)
me: ma, what was it like walking into that glass building and seeing my face everyday?
amaris: death

hmmm

now ... if we are going to be prostituting ourselves ...

can we at least make sure he's going to buy us a bag big enough to fit our cell phone and our lip gloss??

Say hello to Jay Nichols - London's new favorite wanna be WAG. The British version of a basketball groupie - Except they don't have basketball players! So 'football' (soccer) it is. Same shit. Different toilet.

it's been a busy couple of weeks,

hence quite a while since i've read any blog other than our own. i hit up a reliable favorite and was more shocked than usual at the unprescidented amount of shambliscious shit that is happening in the world today:

1 - Mariah Carey has married Nick Cannon. yea yea yea ... but without a Prenup?! She may be crazy as all fuck - but babygirl still got dough

update: (and with a recycled ring?!?!)

2 - The National Enquirer is reporting that Bobbi Kristina - the daughter of Whitney and Bobby (no last names necessary) tried to stab Whitney last week, before turning the knife on her own wrists in a suicide attempt which has landed her in an Atlanta psychiatric ward

3 - Amy is cheating on her Blake Incarcerated (no bullshit - much more shocking than the crack pipe)

4 - "Man accused of trying to cash check for 360,000,000,000 dollars" (i think thats billions)

5 - Gary Dourban (CSI guy) arrested after being found asleep in his car while in possession of cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, prescription drugs, and drug paraphernalia. (guy - how high are you trying to get. Really. No ... Really.)

preserving the sexy...

the only marriage i actually need to see happen is this one:

check diddy preserving his sexy on the walk of fame and Kim P. with Things 1 and 2 there to support. loves this kim bitch. and her "hair" too. and the all white.

quick question...

since ya'll love zoe k. so much, i pose this question....

if i wore my hair like this... would i ever have sex again?? then again... we are talking about men here. i strike that question from the record.

two things..

a) dream, i wouldn't say fuck that nigga for you... well maybe if you were paying rent i would.

2) chingy get your ass over here

and c) wtf are you talking about jeezy? i think i'ma mud wrestle keyshia cole for you. ok maybe 3 things.

it'll be 82 today.

Nigga this shit right here
Make you wan’ go on, throw on ya fly gear
Put fly girls in the mirror, double-checkin’ they rear
Newest pair of the rarest shoes that’s so fierce
“A bitch betta not have these,” you swear
Nigga this shit right here
Make you wear ya sunnies at night wit’ no glare
Nowhere in sight, you like “I don’t care”
I’m so fly, you have no idea
Turn niggas into internet squares
On big boats goin’ pier to pier
But beware sometimes you get the beer
Sometimes the beer gets you a couple of years
The game's snare
Tighter than amir's
Enter if you dare
NIGGA THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE?!?!

would you hit it?

cause barbara walters would. and did.

edward brooks is a former massachusetts senator and the first black elected to the senate by popular vote. and he had an affair with barbara walters. she was basically in love with him. but get this....

he went to howard
was the first chairman of A Phi A's World Policy Council
had breast cancer
is a republican
currently lives in miami with his 2nd wife
and has had sex with barbara walters...

i dunno if he's on point or a disaster.

My desktop tells me it's 49 degrees in Montclair, NJ

Global Warming Anyone??

yes please.

Dear Redtube,

i'm seeking some sort of damages for this:

we didn't mean literally...

one of my favorite babygirls, Deborah Jeane Palfrey, aka The DC Madam was found dead in florida. she killed herself. now babygirls, when we say things like kill yourself, bitch, we only mean it some of the time.

DJ ran a big time escort agency in dc and insisted her company didn't have the girls have sex. like every other escort agency i've ever heard of... but i can't be mad cause if i went from pimping to 55 years in prison, i might just take my own advice too. rip babygirl, sexism has struck again. any of your rich male johns in jail?? i thought not.

in a gasoline tank near you:

door knockers. bad red dresses. bonnie bell eyeshadow in silver.

ready to explode.

I NEED A MARGARITA!

today i stepped out of my last undergraduate college class. ever. and what better way to go out than with an ultra conservative lesson in slavery over at african slave trade 100 after noon. not soon enough, to the tune of a school bell, i left professor republican's class surprisingly, with a dry frog in my throat. ready to cry and craving a ham and cheese baaad, i sped through the quad and down the lower campus staircase to my dormitory where i let out a sniffle, two tear drops, and a stomach rumble. i rushed to whip up a much in order grilled sandwich, when my roommate entered and i snapped out of nostalgia. for a second.

she asked about my day and i raved about the delicious treats my first period teacher provided and about the success of my final college slideshow presentation. actually, it was a flop. forgetting my brief nostalgic release, i sat on the couch with my sandwich and my roommate to watch her favorite: law & order.

it's moments like these that i live for, i thought. no worries. good food. mindless consumption. soaking up sun from an open window. and at the same time i felt crazy thinking that in a few short months, my thursdays will be nothing like this fine may day. in an effort to live it up while it lasts, i'm ordering a margarita on the rocks at wonderbar tonight, with a hint of modesto.

GO, SENIORS!

"o, so you're a rockstar now?"

if i wasn't holding a red delicious and a pretty flower's stem in my left and right hands respectively, i would have surely curled my fingers like "what the faack!?!" in pure amaris the mob boss fashion. do you live on planet EARTH, man who wears a fade. pint sized sweaters. and bad sneakers? he must have missed the looseleaf with a FAT block letter rockstar taped to my forehead and stomach. i swear. psshh. together in zamunda, the aforementioned man who threw an insult my way and the dude who works the register at save-a-lot plotted to destroy me.

if you see this place -> run the other way.

never visit save-a-lot supermarket with hopes of leaving with extra change for the candy man. nope. not never. you'll leave with 4 left hands before this ever happens. i went here and bought: raisin bran. funfetti cake mix. potatoes. merengue soda. mozzarella cheese. 2% hood milk. eggo minis. styrofoam cups, etc. by the time i got to the register, my hands were occupied and my brain busy planning how i was to afford it all. that's when save-a-lot register man hit me with:

"how many bags do you need?"

and i lost it.
like more than lost it.
i was dumbfounded.

me: what do you meaan how many bags do i need, dude? bag it all and then we'll count bags together. how's that sound?

to which superintendent of zamunda/save-a-lot cashier replied: well, each bag costs 10 cents. i need to know how many you need before i finish ringing you up.

please believe i asked for 2 and gathered the rest in my pits, stumbling my way to the parking lot. distraught as all heavens.

somebody get me that girdle

how you go from THIS

to this:


















in a matter of days?!

sumn ain't right, b!

2 step. 2 step. 2 step.

correa put me on to these lovely men when we were 7. chromeo make the girls say owww. i'm on the elliptical all day with this jammy jam.



let her see that fancy footwork
show her you're that type of guy.

for my cornell boys

yes. that means you fabian nunez. this track makes me think abt u two monsters.

mickey factz' "overdose on life" feat. drake and travis de GCH.

all props to duke.

gimme 2 buns and some hot sauce

i will eat these fat babies, kim.